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Rachel Roth	It's been days, or more, since Raven left. It was near enough a disappearance- and perhaps at first, it might even have been called a kidnapping had the portal not spoken of her apparently willing departure- in that it was sudden and without any ceremony.     She didn't leave a letter, and in fact, she didn't leave much at all. Some sketches, some documents that are in the grand scheme of things unimportant... Nothing magical. Most of her books. A few articles of clothing.     Where she had fled was not readily apparent. She wasn't still in the state, and after some level of investigation, she is determinably not on the East Coast. Only when the search is broaded to the -entirety- of the United States does enough about Raven turn up to find any sort of location.     Finding Raven was hard enough- contacting her was something else entirely. First, arriving at the storage unit presents a mystery- x-ray (or similar things) shows that the container that's hers is in fact... Empty?     Did she perhaps know that someone was coming? Could she somehow have been aware that she'd been found?
Dan Richter	Amarok traveled the cost to coast distance in the olden way. Train! Yes, following the time honored tradition of superhero breaking and entering, Amarok boarded a train in Gotham in the dead of night, and stowed away from station to station all the way across the country. Once at the facility, he downright casually slipped the security unseen, arriving at Raven's unit and stopping just in front of the door, and pausing for the briefest of moments before banging on the door, once, twice, three times, then stepping aside to lean against the wall next to it.
Rachel Roth	There is no particular response from the shipping container. Amarok waits in silence for what could be considered an uncomfortable amount of time, as well. Such a delay may indeed start to raise doubts about whether or not Raven is still here...     Until, at one point, she simply -is-. The others watching on the cameras will see it happen, but Amarok will not, as Raven appears from between two storage containers down the way behind him. It's not far- but unless he can hear her heartbeat, he won't know that she's present until she speaks. Thankfully, she does so pretty quickly.     "You shouldn't be here. You should leave this well enough alone."
Dan Richter	Amarok's only response to Colette's frenchness coming over his comm is to casually flip off the spy cam she's watching him from. He continues waiting patiently until Raven makes herself known, showing no real reaction to her arrival, "....It's not my job to leave things alone." He pauses and pushes off from the wall to turn towards her, "....Besides. Walling yourself up isn't going to solve your problems....I think if anyone is fit to talk about that, it's me." As always, his tone is a quiet monotone, but the usual wellspring of hatred and rage bubbling beneath the surface isn't there tonight. Just a distant empathic sorrow.
Rachel Roth	Raven's hands are in the pockets of her sweater now. The hood is completely up, and it shrouds most of her features in a shadow that seems almost unnaturally thick.     "I am not walling myself up. I am not running from my problems- but I'm not trying to solve them, either. They can't -be- solved. This can't be -fought.- The only way for everything to stay the way it ought to be, is for me to be separated from it."
Dan Richter	Amarok studies Raven for a moment, his cold electronic eyes hiding his expressions, "Seperation breeds defeat. Refusing to talk about it breeds paranoia and saps defenses. Whatever you're trying to bottle up isn't going to stay bottled up just because you decided to become a hermit." He pauses, head slowly slasher movie villain tilting back and forth at her, "......It's one of your magic things, isn't?....Something you found....Woke up?"
Rachel Roth	Raven seems impassive, but the read on Amarok is different than she's probably ever seen from him. She finds it almost quaint, but suppresses that- it's not a helpful emotion.     "It is not a matter of suppression. This isn't some magical accident. This is the end of the world, and if I don't do this, if I don't -leave- and never return, it -will- be my fault."
Dan Richter	Amarok seems unphased by this declaration, "The end of the world's always coming, one way or another. Doesn't really matter who's fault it'll be. Yours. Mine. Someone else's. Maybe your fears are justified. Maybe they're not. Maybe they're what'll spark the apocalypse. Maybe trying to lock everyone else out is just going to leave them unprepared when the walls finaly give way." He leans over against the wall, tilting his head inspectively at Raven again.
Rachel Roth	"You don't understand. None of you do, and no matter how much I explain it, the facts don't seem to make sense to you. My presence is what's causing this. Me being near any of you, -caring- about any of you, opens the door, wider and wider with each passing day. Eventually, he'll be able to come through, and when he does, that's it. It's over. There's no -preparing- for him. There's no winning, no beating him. He is not something that we can push over and then smile for the press afterwards. He will shatter the -universe.- He's done it before."
Dan Richter	Amarok remains resolute at Raven's growing aggrivation, "There's no such thing as unbeatable. Everyone who claims they are just hasn't been beaten yet. Keep at it long enough, and something will eventually do it." Before Raven has a chance to retort to this, Amarok glances away, then pulls his communicator from his belt, pressing a button on the side, ".....Repeat." He says with a hint of curiousity in his tone.
Rachel Roth	Raven has been keenly aware of Amarok's comm for a while now. She can't -hear- it, but its presence and the way he's acting tip her off that there are more present. She probably should've assumed such from the beginning, but regardless, she spoke up. "This isn't a claim, this isn't some unverified rumor, this is observed fact. He is -unstoppable.- All we can do is keep him out of our plane of existence. Being near the other Titans, likely even me being -alive- threatens that."
Dan Richter	Amarok keeps his gaze trained on the comm device, "If he's truely unstoppable, then you /CANT/ keep him out. That you can, proves he isn't." He then presses another button on the comm, "I didn't say comment. I said, repeat." The low crackling of the comm indicates the speaker is active.
Rachel Roth	Raven shrinks a moment. There is fear. That there is fear is a bad thing. Raven's empathic powers work two ways, and this particular situation- this -exact- series of events, is the one thing that Raven isn't exactly -ready- for. As well, her empathic powers work both ways. This means that because Raven is afraid, so too is, likely, Amarok. In fact, the area of this spreads even though Raven has taken a few steps backwards.     "If I leave he still comes. If I stay the world ends up like theirs." There is a pause, as Raven seems genuinely unable to come to a proper conclusion. No road open to her seems palatable. Both are dead ends.     Almost if not everyone in this city block is now having Raven's panic attack.
Dan Richter	Amarok shudders for a moment, pushing off the wall and looking around, stance readied to move, and emitting a low growl. After a few moments of this, he relaxes slightly, quiet litterally shrugging it off, rolling his shoulders a few times and stretching his neck about before his stance, mostly, relaxes, "....If you run, nothing will be solved. If you stand alone, sooner or later, despair, if nothing else, will devour you....But you dont have to be alone...." He holds out a hand, palm up, "....We're here for you...We always were, and always will be. No matter what." Whatever fear Raven may be instilling in him, it seems the wolf retains the sense to hold to his task.
Damian Wayne	A Rabbit Hope is opened, nearby the storage container. Robin steps out, full uniform. He quickly assesses the situation. The situation is high, but Robin isn't drawing swords and gadgets. "Stand down!" He instructs, an authoritative tone in his voice.
Rachel Roth	The idea of Raven being able to stand down is not exactly coalescing. Robin and Colette teleport into a mess that cannot be seen. To say that she has lost it is apt, if not entirely correct. Raven's control is slipping.     Amarok has just presented her with a horrifying logical conundrum. If she leaves, if she does the one thing that she thinks can keep everyone safe... It fails. Sure, she doesn't know yet that beyond the portal lies a reality lost to Trigon, but that's what she expects. It's what she fears the most.     This knowledge clashes with her understanding that -staying- will also do the same. It backs Raven into a corner, where each choice results in nothing but apocalyptic scenarios. This panic is now spreading. By the time Colette and Damian have arrived, Raven's existential terror is gripping the hearts of most, if not all, of the people within the city block.     "This isn't supposed to happen. It's not supposed to -be- this way." Raven begins to pace, her mind frantically working. She's failed, somehow- and she knows it. She just doesn't know how, and worse, she doesn't know what to do. It's a kind of life-crisis, except instead of drowning it in bourbon and internalizing everything like a normal person, Raven is unwittingly inflicting mortal dread on... Well, a good bit of space.
Dan Richter	Amarok is visibly panting now, head subtly shifting to scan his surroundings like a leery animal. When Robin and Colette step out of their Rabbit Hope(tm), Amarok turns on heel, hand reflexively going for a knife, stopping only on seeing the pair, the blade halfway free of it's sheath already. He holds for a couple seconds then slides the blade back in, his stance loosening up, "....You're not helping." He monotones at the pair before taking a sharp inhalation, body seizing still for a moment, then letting out a long breath as he untenses, turning back to Raven even as his breathing starts becoming erratic once more, "It /IS/ happening. Panicking wont help. You need to sit down, take a breath, unwind, and once you've got a clear head, think."
Colette	Colette steps out from the Rabbit HoLe behind Robin, with a declaration of her own. "Logic! Common sense! Thinking before you leap!" If nothing else, it's a novelty. These are not things it is common to hear Colette talk about. Which may of course be the intention. "All the things I'm terrible at, Raven. You're not. Calm down, nothing's going to happen right away, anyway. Think it through. Get information. Meditate. Raven things. Deep breaths. Let's all sit down and talk about this calmly and rationally, hmm?"     Colette looks away, then looks back. "Okay, it's me saying that. That has to be a really bad sign when it's me saying that, right?" She shrugs her shoulders, and steps forwards, holding out a pair of card folders to Raven. "Hey Rae, I brought these for you."
Damian Wayne	Robin doesn't say much more. What he was there for was to stop anything from breaking down into a row.   He keeps an ear out for what's going on, but unless there's something he is specifically needed for, he allows the others to do the human thing for Raven
Rachel Roth	The walls are crumbling. Both literally and figuratively. Raven's fear has broken the barriers between her emotions. A grief spiral is the occurence- the nature of her powers and her origin make for a cocktail of difficulty. Like a crashing plane, control has been wrested from Raven's hands and handed over to her nature. "I've thought about this every day of my LIFE!" she cries. It is at that moment that the storage facility is gone. While for a few seconds it looks almost as if they're no longer inhabiting a U-Stor-It in California, Amarok specifically will be able to understand that they're still there.     It's just that everything is destroyed. The building they were in has had its roof shorn off just above Damian's height. The boxes that constitute the storage areas have been blown out of the factory to land in a wide debris field that stretches, by virtue of how numerous the pieces are, around a mile. The surrounding buildings are the tip-off. They look the same, simply torn apart, crumbling into their foundations, as if long ago they had begun to rot. The sky is red, and there is a ridiculous, dry heat. The horizon itself seems to be ablaze, but perhaps the worst part of it is the silence. There is nothing alive, here. There is no comforting din of terror, the screams of anguish... It is still, and dead.     "I have nightmares of this place every night! I see it in my sleep and in my head at every twist and turn. Its inevitability haunts me daily, and everything I've ever done is to prevent this exact thing." Transporting them all to a terrifying hellscape is an odd flex, even for Raven, but all the same, her voice doesn't quite... Sound right. She is animated- gesturing to the surroundings, pacing from spot to spot. She is shouting- there is anger and there is fear and while shrugging it off is getting harder and harder, it can regardless be -felt- in the bones of everyone present, even if they're not emulating it. "And what has it gotten me? What have I done? I've gotten all of you killed! I've doomed you all to this with every step I've taken. I leave, you die. I stay, you die. I wasn't meant for this!"     Raven turns, to face the three that had arrived to comfort her. Her posture is aggressive, but at this particular moment, reality itself almost seems to be her plaything, even if she isn't consciously manipulating it.     There is an echo to her voice- a darker second track playing underneath. It is sinister, if stereotypical- it's almost out of a movie, the way her voice duplicates on top of itself. Colette approaches then, and Raven takes one look at the folders. "The silly dalliances of a lonely little girl!" The sweep of her arm is swift- just a little faster, and with seemingly a little more strength than one would expect from Raven. This time, though, her eyes have begun to flood with light, everything between her eyelids shaded into a horrid, glowing, eerily bloody red. The change happens in an instant, where once there were two eyes, now there are four. "I was meant for more! I was meant for power, I was meant to rule! I wasn't-" The folder disgorges its contents as Raven knocks it away, and some of the papers flutter in the air between them. Raven takes one, that had the fortune enough to face her.     "I wasn't... Supposed to leave this one." All the rage, all the fear, the spare eyes, and the hellscape that they'd just been surrounded in... Are gone, as swift as they'd come. For a moment, the emotions that have been bleeding over are replaced by a profound sorrow, which retreats into Raven as well, freeing this city block from feeling her anguish.
Dan Richter	Amarok holds up a hand to shield his eyes from the sudden drastic change, lowering it and looking around at the hellscape they've been blinked into as Raven vents her frustrations, her darker nature digging through. The wolf looks around before looking to his own hands, clenching them a few times as if to prove they're real before looking back to Raven just in time for her to look back to them, the quartet of demonic eyes glaring them down. Amarok widens his stance slightly, hunching defensively in preperation as the folders are swatted and spilt. And then, all is well, Raven's rage diminished by the sight of her misplaced mementos. Amarok holds a moment before relaxing, another moment passing before he quietly steps over to Raven, and if not objected to, puts a hand lightly on her shoulder.
Colette	Colette may be the lucky one here. After the experience she had when Raven attempted to teleport her away from the portal a little too quickly, she has reason to suspect that sudden hell-scapes are more likely an internal metaphor than a literal place. She's seen the double-pair of red eyes before too. She reacts - inevitably - to the sudden change, head jerking to look around them, a little bounce on her feet, preparing for takeoff. It's momentary though, and confident in the suspicion this is a subconscious projection, she quickly settles, watching Raven's animated rant expressionlessly.     That's not to say that Colette's mind is entirely so calm. No, this is Colette. Which means a third of her mind is thinking this whole thing through, a third is wondering if this hellscape would show up on camera, and the final third is very loudly telling the second third that no, it would not be appropriate to take a #visitingahelldimension! selfie right now.     When the folders are swept from her hand, Colette just takes a half step back, not trying to save the folder from going flying. Sometimes you have to let things happen, let things come out.     Silence falls, and the world is restored. Colette remains silent. She waits a moment after Amarok's gesture, and then steps forwards herself, just coming closer, no attempts made on Raven's shoulders. When she does speak, it's quiet, simple, none of the regular Colette sidetracks and elaborations. "You weren't supposed to leave," she echoes Raven, omitting two critical words. "You leave, and come to...here? I'd have gone home. But you couldn't, could you? Because the Tower is your home. It means more to you... the Titans means more to you.. than you ever admitted. You shouldn't have to lose that. You can't /afford/ to lose that. It's your center. Come home with us, Rae. We'll try to work it out."
Damian Wayne	"All this is from the portals that have been appearing around the tower, right?" Damian pulls the note from his other self from his utility belt. "It's not a portal from...there. I received this...but didn't want to risk any paradoxes. There's too many people around this fucking place risking them to risk even more." He holds the note to Colette, allowing it to be passed around. There's a new addition to the note, directly under the original Damian signature, it's another Damian, in blue ink, fresher than the other. "Obviously now the risks of not saying anything outweigh my silence."
Rachel Roth	Raven is seemingly frozen in one place. To say that she is rooted in one spot is not entirely incorrect, but at the same time, the willingness to move isn't entirely there. Amarok -touches- her, and that Raven doesn't sidestep or flee is telling enough. She hasn't said anything, but before anyone gets a chance to look at the sketch, Raven is twisting it away from eyesight.     Colette's confidence is misplaced- It is not -entirely- a projection. Were Trigon present, the world would resemble that nightmare presented- Raven had only offered a glimpse, to be sure, but it was less conjecture and more prophetic.     "I was born on a plane of existence separate from this one. It was called Azarath."     There is a pause, then. The shadow of her hood covers all of her features- obscures her whole face, and beyond. It's a conscious thing- but no amount of acute senses will see her face through the shadow. "And when I was old enough, he killed them. But, really, I brought him there. It was me. He might have -done- it, but -I- killed them. I didn't leave, I wasn't vigilant enough."     The single page in her hand is folded over. She slips it into the pocket of her sweater.
Colette	There's nothing new about Colette's confidence being misplaced. Nor does it help where things happen that confirm her suspicions. When Robin hands her the note, she scans it, turns it over a couple of times, scans it again, and shrugs her shoulders, saying "Thought so."     "You probably ought to tell them the rest, Rae. I mean the whole 'He's unstoppable' thing? I didn't actually tell them anything, so everyone's probably wondering who 'he' is. Your choice, but I think you should. They might need to prepare in advance. On the other hand, the whole 'If I leave you die, if I stay you die' thing?" She holds the note out to Raven - apparently from Damian in the future, addressed to himself in the present. "Turns out /not/, because he at least seems to be alive in the future. Only, well, that might not be the future. It's a quantum thing, and you'll have to ask Brick to explain that. As far as I understand, the future is like particles that might be waves."     When the note is passed on, Colette starts calmly gathering up Raven's scattered papers, and returning them to the dropped folder. "Seems to me the sensible thing is to at least find out what Portal Voice can tell us before you decide to abandon the one place that keeps you anchored, Rae."
Damian Wayne	Robin keeps a silent vigil when it comes to Raven and Colette. Too many people around for him to be truthful about how he feels about the Titans.   Robin takes out his comm. "Rabbit Hole back to the Tower, Vorpal." He comments, no time like the present. "Shall we?" He asks, looking around.
Rachel Roth	"My..." The silence that follows is... Pained. Raven does not open up freely. Nor is it particularly -easy- when she does speak of herself. "My father's name is Trigon. If you do some... Some leg work will tell you that that's bad. There's a lot of information out there, and you might be inclined to think it's exaggerated, but... It's uh... It's nowhere near the truth. Trigon is a monster. He resides between dimensions, and as far as I've ever known..."     Raven's hands go into her pockets. It is almost as if the woman is collapsing in on herself.     "He consumes universes. He kills everyone in them and then takes them over, makes them his. I don't know if any of you paid attention to the invasion from Apokolips that happened, but Trigon is... Is worse. If he makes it here, if he comes through, it's over. He takes over."     The rabbit hole, for what it's worth, will take all of them back to the tower- unless for some reason some of them want to stay in the warehouse. When they arrive, Raven continues. "I wasn't necessarily meant to be born as a person. I'm a key. A doorway. All I'm supposed to do is allow him entry. Everying else is secondary. It allows me some... Benefits. I can do anything he can do, but if... The more I do, the more his foot is in the door. I can't... I can't risk that."
Colette	Colette keeps up her unusually calm and - by her standards at least - quiet demeanor. Maybe it's a reactive thing. If Raven's being so demonstrative for one, someone's got to take up the mantle of serenity. She passes the folder of Raven's assorted drawings and papers over without a word, just letting the exposition happen. It's not until they return through the rabbit hole that she makes any substantial noise, and at first even that's just a long exhale, blown out through her cheeks. One back in the tower, she quickly throws herself down into a seat, and stretches her legs out.     "When you get angry," Colette asks, "That's what does it, Rae? The whole glowy double-vision thing. That's why you meditate so much? To keep it under control?" She looks down, frowning thoughtfully. "So what does it mean that you have so much compassion? I mean I think I get an idea of the sacrifice you felt you had to make. And you made that to try to save us. That doesn't sound entirely eater-of-universes-ish. Well. If you want to avoid risks, I really think that getting all the facts is kind of step number one. I think you need to talk to Portal Voice. Though good luck getting any sense out of it. Every time I try asking it anything it's just kinda..." she looks up, pondering. "Rude?"
Damian Wayne	Damian raises a brow at the comment on the Portal Voice's demeanor. "You should ask it the right question then." Yes, still belligerent as always. Robin starts to make his exit, unless he is stopped.
Dan Richter	Lets the others go first, stopping for a quick paranoid glance around before following them through hole back to the tower. Once there, he does what any good anti social asshole does, and goes to prop up the corner, leaning back into it and crossing his arms, head tilted towards the trio as the outsider looking, as it were. If he has any thoughts on Raven and her unveiling backstory, he keeps them clamped down inside his head.